Jenna POV
I’d never been this sick in my entire life. The headache felt like there was a whole marching band crammed into my skull, playing their hearts out, while my stomach was on a roller coaster ride from hell. After fifteen minutes of being wrapped around Gio’s toilet bowl, I knew two things: I was never drinking with the ladies ever again, and Gio was one of the cleanest men I’d ever met; this bathroom was spotless.
“Pixie? Alaia can heal you, babe, you don’t have to suffer all day like this,” Gio crouched next to me and said.
“I know, but I need to get all of this wine out of my system. Besides, I’ve dealt with hangovers before; I’m alright,” I replied.
“You’re not, and I hate seeing you like this. Why did you drink so much last night?”
“I was trying to kee
